Page 53 of Icy Cold Death

Ever.

“I’ll forgive her, Beckett. I won’t risk us for a decade long anger. It’s fed me long enough. I’m willing to let it go for our future.”

He held out his hand.

“Come here, Baby.”

She hopped over the couch back, and landed beside him. When she did, he pulled her against him.

“This is my wife. She’s amazing. For the record, you’re gorgeous, but I didn’t fall in love with your face, Claire. I fell in love with your heart. That’s mine now too. Believe in me. I’m a lucky man.”

She touched his cheek, and he turned his face to kiss her palm with so much love.

That said it all.

This was more important than what she lost. This was what she gained.

“God. I love you, Beckett Rand. You’re the best man in the whole world.”

He smiled.

“I love you too.”

Leaning into her, he captured her mouth, and her arms went around his neck. The kiss was deep, and she was pulled against his body.

In that mating of mouths, they lost focus of anything but that moment.

Kissing Beckett was like drifting in nothing but heat and pleasure.

It was delicious.

When he broke the kiss, he stared into her eyes.

“What would make my wife understand that she’s my only?” he asked. “What would show you that NO ONE can take me away. I’m yours.”

That was easy.

“Make love to me, Beck. Let’s keep moving forward. I want another baby with you, and I want my family to be strong. Let’s give Autumn a sibling.”

His body reacted.

Sign.

Him.

Up.

That was always going to be a yes in his book.

“Well, my sweet Native, let’s make that happen,” he said, pulling off his gloves, so that when he touched her flesh, it would be connecting on a level that he craved.

“Bed, Beck,” she whispered as she left kisses on his five o’clock shadow.

Their room was their safe place.

Everything in there were things that they knew had no bad mojo attached to them.

The last thing they needed was him touching something that wasn’t safe. They were careful, but things could pull him under.

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